To Hell With It! @grievetheliving3311

To Hell With It! @grievetheliving3311

Satan x Overworked GNReader fluff drabble!

You had been staying up very late recently, doing schoolwork, projects, and the like. All of the brothers had noticed your change in demeanor, but Satan especially. He decides to offer some well needed relaxation.

Tags\\ fluff, cuddles, stressed reader, Satan is worried for you, one minor profanity

You had fallen asleep at your desk for the fourth time this week, and it was Tuesday. A pen in your hand as your head rocked off of the arm it was resting on, causing you to accidentally draw a line on your cheek.

Suddenly, your eyes shot open, and you sat up straight at the feeling of a papercut-covered hand tapping your shouder.

"I didn't mean to scare you, only to wake you," The bookworm chuckled, "This isn't good for your back."

With a tired smile, you turned to face him in your chair, "No shit; I didn't mean to fall asleep here."

With a yawn, you looked to the clock. It said 5:30 pm.

"Dinner is ready. I believe I speak for us all when I say I would appreciate if you ate with us," He rubbed your shoulder, then lifted his hand to rub at the pen on your cheek.

"Then I'll join you. Who cooked tonight, again?" You began to put together some of your papers, as to be organized for when you came back to your room.

A moment of silence passed by until you opened the door, "Asmo did..."

"I haven't died from his cooking," You rolled your eyes, drowsily leaving the room.

"Yet," He added on.

Dinner passed, and you managed to only eat the edible parts of Asmo's beautiful cooking, or God-forbid ingredient-combining.

You get up to head back to your room, not even bothering to do more than dump your dishes in the sink, when Satan once again grabs your shoulder.

"I know you're heading back to your room," He scowls.

"And why would you think that?" You shoot back.

"You've been doing so every night," An unimpressed expression presents across his face.

"Oh," You drop your head in realization, "I guess I have..."

He removes his hand from you, relocating it onto his hip, "Come take a short nap with me. You deserve some rest that isn't at your desk."

He has a point, and you know he does.

With a sigh, you oblige. Snaking your hand into his as you go up the stairs, he pretends not to notice.

Going down the hallway, you hear him mumbling something to himself about 'I wish they'd be more aware of their own limits'.

"Hm?" You question, looking up at him.

"Nothing," He hums back.

"You sure?" You squeeze his hand.

"Mhm." He chuckles, letting go of your hand only to throw you over his shoulder effortlessly.

You let out a yelp and try to sit up straight with a whine. He doesn't let up. Instead, he teases you about how you were apparently wobbling when you walked. By the time you come up with an argument, he's already reached his bedroom door.

He sets you down gently, "Come, let's go lay down."

You let out a hum, weaving your way between his mountains of books. Once you find his bed you climb in, hiding yourself in his blankets.

"Wait, Mc, don't sleep in your-" He frets, but you cut him off before he can finish.

"Yeah, yeah, I know..." You mumble, crawling back to the edge of the bed.

He pulls your tired form to your feet, hugging you for a moment. You've never seen him so tender and kind. Then again, maybe you're just too tired to remember.

After the soft hug, he practically parkours to his closet to find you a t-shirt and some shorts that will barely fit you.

He comes back, handing you the clothes before he goes to wait in the hall. You quickly change, laughing at how big his shirt is on you, but I guess that's the least you can expect when wearing a demon's clothing.

After asking if you're done, he comes back in, chuckling at the size of his clothes around your form.

The two of you crawl back into his bed, and he lays on his back so that you can puddle onto his chest. And that you do.

You wrap your arms around him, letting your ear rest over his heart, and the sound of the peaceful beating alone is almost enough to send you into a more healthy sleep than before.

"Would you like me to read to you?" He hums, and you nod in response.

That's your last straw. The sound of his voice and heartbeat, and the comforting warmth of his body and blankets have you drifting off in minutes.

Finally, you'll take a break. He rubs your back; maybe he should take a nap too.

Ft. My cat

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